
It’s interesting how no matter how old you get, how big or famous or successful or stressed you become, the moment you’re in your
mother’s arms, you’re a kid again. Not because you’re small, inexperienced or belittled, but because once you look into your mother’s eyes or feel her warmth, you realize that you are so very small in comparison to her greatness. Her strength. Her wisdom. Her unconditional love..
Many cultures, including our own, have gotten used to associating women with weakness and dependence. They’re wrong. Our mothers are anything but week and depend on two things only; their faith and their love. They have shoulders that carry the worries of the whole world, arms that can comfort a whole family at once with the warmth of a hug, hearts that can forgive and forget and keep on loving.. They put their children’s needs before their own and don’t give up on us. They push us forward and sometimes, many times, we take that for granted.
When we’re little, we scream and cry because we don’t want to go to school, but they take us there everyday anyway so that we can learn. When they give us the best food we whine because we don’t like it and they patiently wait for us to take the next bite so that we can be strong and healthy. And when we’re young.. we think they’re mean. We do! And then we grow up and we see the world, wish we understood them better when we were younger.
…All the times our parents told us we couldn’t go out with our friends or go to some parties, we cried and thought “I can’t wait to grow up and get out of here and do what I want” .. well.. now that we’re older, we see that all the tough love was protecting us. And I am bloody well grateful. I’m grateful that my mother loved me too much to want me to be happy all the time about everything I wanted. I’m grateful that my mother loved me so much, that she was ready to say “No”.
Our mothers.. the most valuable and most precious people.. the ones we sometimes take for granted.
They teach us how to speak and cry with joy at our first words.. and then we learn to say things like “leave me alone”.. They teach us how to tie our shoes and we end up thanking them by running in the other direction.. They teach us how to love with all our hearts, and we sometimes thank them by giving our love to people who don’t deserve it.. They teach us how to be strong and protect ourselves, and we sometimes thank them by putting walls around us and block even them out.
They feed us, clean us, bathe and clothe us with their love, and teach us all they know and in every way they know how and send us into the world.. and do we all remember? Do we all remember our mother’s love?
Sometimes we forget.
Sometimes we say it wasn’t enough.
But no matter what your own mother did to raise you into the person you are today, she did the best she knew how with what she had. And for that, be grateful. For that, remind your mother that you lover her too.
I have a mother who’s one in a trillion.. and everyone she meets loves her and looks up to her because of who she is and what she’s accomplished. Because she’s intelligent and strong and is simply her. And although I love my mother for the same reasons, I also love her for so much more. Because while others love her intelligence, I also love her humor and goofiness, and while others admire her strength, I also admire her softness and compassion. I love my mom not only because she’s my mom, but because she is a great mother.
Thank you mom, for everything. Thank you for understanding me even when I couldn’t understand myself. Thank you for helping me find my two feet when I stumbled.. Thank you for teaching me how to love with all my heart and how to be the best person I can be. Thank you for all the sacrifices you have made, and I’m sorry that it had to be so hard sometimes. Thank you for always giving me a shoulder to cry on and arms to hide in no matter how old I got. Thank you for pouring your strength into my blood. I may not be perfect, but mom, you did great.
So to all the mothers in the world, on Mother’s day and everyday, thank you. And may we all return your sacrifices by making you proud and at peace. May you live to the day we become mothers and fathers our selves, and may we find the way to forgive ourselves for ever making you struggle. For we cannot return any of your favors no matter what we do.
If you are unfortunate to not have your mother close or with you, may God rest her soul and pray for her peace and be grateful that she has brought you into this world and built you from scratch. If your mother is with you, go to her, call her, and tell her how much you love her. Don’t wait for an occasion to thank her for existing. And when you’re parents yourselves, look at your children, and only then will you ever understand what your parents love for you is..